Loving You

These are the long hours of your night,
When I, alone in daylight,
Walk paths unaccompanied, and miss you.
No hand to hold, no face to kiss,
No warm presence near me.
Somewhere ahead of you in time I live my life;
A capsule travelling without you through space,
Waiting for you to catch up
Or perhaps for me to fly high enough
So the world turns under me
And when I land we are together.

Copyright ©2005 Tony Crisp